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A world where people who received grace of the Gods are able to wield magic and they were called mages. A direct descendant sent by the Gods was called the 'Archimage'. As years go by, mages dwindled in numbers until they eventually disappeared. Magical object is all that was left that they in fact existed. Whereas a kingdom desperate for something found answers and question at the same time, an adventure like no other commenced.

Grace of the Gods

 The first two days of their stay the Northern Castle was uneventful. They proceeded with their works and Ivan traded for more information. Today they rest and tomorrow they leave. Earlier that day, Stellan was informed that the Queen will be hosting a ball in the evening and invited all the noble ladies of the North and their family. Stellan knew this is a decoy and the Queen is hoping that he would choose the princess as his bride. The northern princess is beautiful, yes, but Stellan could not shake the feeling that something is not right. She acts prim and proper whenever they cross path. Her smile sweet and alluring. The people around her acts differently though. Her lady in waiting never once raised her head even when given permission to. The maids that serve them trembles as if scared to make mistakes. 


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